ARIA
The moment his form solidified, all of the confidence, bravery—whatever that was—died an immediate death.
I stumbled backward with a soft yelp, my legs refusing to cooperate as my butt met the cold floor again. “Oh—oh my god—” I blinked rapidly, trying to look anywhere but there, but my eyes kept betraying me.
He was naked.
Fully, gloriously, terrifyingly naked.
And aroused.
My throat dried up. My thoughts scattered. The rawness of his form—taut muscles slick with sweat, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that sharp line leading down his abdomen to the thick length between his legs—it burned itself into my brain.
I didn't mean to look.
I really didn't.
But I looked. Again. And again.
“s**t,” I whispered, dragging my eyes back to his face—just as his gold eyes flickered, b
